once upon a time there was a girl her hair was made of greasy threads and her face was a horror onto itself she scribbled on all her mirrors trying to deny the monster she was fake smiles and baggy clothes locking herself in her isolated tower
then
she was told she talked too much the flowers that flowed from her mouth shriveled the light in her eyes would quickly die she stitched her mouth closed multiple times sometimes breaking free to rant, then cry bleeding and stitching bleeding and stitching the repetition became a comfort by itself every time she slipped up it was the same bleeding and stitching a punishment she wished only on herself
once people began leaving her for one reason or another her mouth said "it's okay I understand" but her head said it's all your fault the ugly, idiot girl ran away from her problems the best she could stitching and itching her arms became a red mess she isolated and contemplated who was going to leave her next
she loved and wanted but kept hidden away blaming every lost friend, every breakup on her horrendous face and annoying personality
she hated her self-pity almost as much as herself no man or woman would save her now she was the only knight she had and saving herself was too much of a privilege to grant to such a mistake as her
so here we stand this girl wasting away don't pity her she deserves it it will probably always be this way
This is just an entire self-pity poem and I hate it so much, I might take it down later. But, oh well, I might as well put up this total crap rant piece.